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BICKLEIGH VALE, 



WITH OTHER 



POEMS- 



S 

Br NATHANIEL HOWARD. 



OTIA VITJE 

SOLAMUR CANTU. Stat, 




Printed by T. Wilson and R. Spence, High-Ousegate, 

For Murray, 32, Fleet-Street -, Harding 36, St. James's 

Street; and Longman & Co. Paternoster-Row, 

London - ? and for Wilson & Spence, York. 

1804. 



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CONTENTS. 



Page 

1 Vale, in Devon 1 

On a Friend's Retreat 41 

To Want 47 

The Rurai Evening 52 

A Mother to her Natural Son 57 

To a Red-Breast 61 

A Mother to her dead Infant , 64 

To the Echo of a Grotto 67 

To a Swallow 70 

To Meditation 72 

The Tempest, from Metastasis 77 

To a Cricket - 86 

AdSpem 89 

In Adventum Veris 92 

AdSalutem 93 

From P Abate Carlo Se veroli Faentino 96 

From Zappi 100 

From Garcilaso de la Vega 104 

To Horror . 110 

Inscription for Okehampton Castle , 115 

Inscription for Lidford Bridge 117 

Notes, &c 121 

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Bickleigh Vale is distant from Plymout about 
seven miles. It is truly romantic, enclosed by 
mountains; and the river Ply m flows through it, 
in a very picturesque manner. 



BICKLEIGH VALE. 



» Qua latus ingens 

Dant scopuli, et multa littus se valle receptat. 

Fenii Sat. VL ver. 7, 



argument* 

The Poem describes a walk to the Vale. Approach o€ 
Morning, ver. 1. Address to the Sun, v. 10. A susceptible 
mind receives a true delight from the beauties of Nature, 
v. 28. Advice to those particularly attached to a town- 
life, v. 65. A woodland picture, v. 9S. Mid-day, v. 150. 
Insects in sunshine all employed, thence reflections on* 
man, v. 174. A summer-shower, v. 191. Happiness more 
apparent among cottagers ; thence reflections on the effect 
of luxury in large towns, v. 240. A cottage family, v. 271. 
Rural garden, v. 2S0. Approach to moor-scenery, v. 317.. 
Edmund and Eliza, a tale, v. 356. Bickleigh-Church, v. 593. 
View of the Vale, kc. v. 408. Concluding with an Address 
to Evening. 



BICK LEIGH VALE, 



]N ight's universal gloom retires. The Morn 

Solemn and still, and faintly glimmering, dawns. 

Behold ! what orient blushes tinge the mist 

That bluely floating, hovers round the hills : 

What tints of tender lustre streak the air, 

And tip the dusky groves, and onward steal, 

Till opening all, the dewy landscape, smiles ! 

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Now, vigorous on his flaming road, upsprings 
The joyous Sun, enkindling all the sky. 
Welcome, exhaustless world of genial light ! 10 

Refulgent source of life ! that pour'st alike 
Thy blazing bounty o'er the desert waste, 
O'er pregnant earth, and ocean's boundless realms. 
Emblem majestic of thy Maker's power, 
And matchless goodness? Who with equal hand 15 
Sheds general kindness o'er the peopled globe. 



What rich profusion of enlivening hues 
Pervades the woodlands ! vernal incense breathes 
From dew-fed gardens, and irriguous vales. 
What rapture tunes the wildly warbling shades! 20 
What kindred transport rushes on the heart 



That beats in unison with Nature's joy ! 

Winds whisper thro' the glades, and gently kiss 

The bosom of yon dimly gleaming lake. 

The herds low, various ; whilst the rural sounds 25 

Of busy labour animate the scene : 

Lo ! Beauty, Love, and Harmony, awake ! 

But chiefly him, what genuine raptures fire, 
Who dwells with fondness on fair Nature's charms ! 
Who, lost to world-engagements, and the cares ; 30 
The tacit discords*, and the toils of life ; 
With freedom roves, exploring new delights 
Each rising day, and drinks the mountain-gales 
Embalm'd in all the freshness of the morn. 

*Discordia tacita, et quae inteiligereutur potius quam vide- 
rentur. Hist. Augus. p. 170, 

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4 

Each breezy gust lew-rustling thro' the copse, S5 

Each rustic murmur of the pebbly brook 

Clear-trickling thro* dank herbage, sooths his mind. 

'The life-reviving day-beams as they spread, 

Or stream irradiance thro' refracting clouds, 

Can light a cheerful sunshine in his breast : 40 

Alike in depths of shade, or flowery wilds, 

He feels the full divinity of Heaven. 

What time, the pensive twilight sails around, 

And warns the pjlgrim wandering thro' the dusk ; 

He homeward turns to dear, domestic peace, 45 

Where pleasures chaste, and fond affections live : 

Where wakeful Fancy to his mental view 

Unfolds the rich variety of scenes 

Combin'd, and coloured from his various walk; 

Presents fair landscapes, fruitage ting'd with gold, 50 



Or, spreads a paradise of florid sweets 
Luxuriant; azure hills, or purple vales; 
Or, all the pleasing horrors, ail the dread 
Of deafening cataracts, and untrodden wastes, 
Or sunless caves, or thought-inspiring groves : 55 
And, ever thus, the wizard Fancy vyorks» 
But, not to all, so innocently fair, 
Unveils her store of visionary joys. 
She leads the lover, wan with restless fears, 
And tender languishment, and fondest hope, 60 

To graves, lone ruins, and forsaken glooms : 
She smites th' ambitious soul with dangerous bliss, 
And swells the trumpet's clangour, wildly shouts;— 
Then, whirls her subject- wretch to blood and death. 

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Ye, who amid the smoky breath of towns 65 

Immur'd, and pining, load your languid lungs 
With foul, putrescent vapour- who, reehVd 
In indolence, relax your toneless nerves, 
And nurse the latent seeds of slow disease ; 
Arise, and seek this open, sunny plain : 70 

Here climb, where brisk the mighty torrent bursts 
In ceaseless motion, sprinkling coolness round : 
Or, while the early fragrance rises full 
From breathing herbs, and flowers, and widely strays 
TV enlivening soul of oxygen abroad, 75 

Among the devious lowlands, grateful change, 
Mix with the swains, and join the rural toil. 
Ye feeling friends, w T ho watch the cheerless couch 
Of sickness pale, O lead with lenient hand, 

Lead the wan victim to the green resorts 80 



Of health ; conduct him to the vital breeze 
Blown by the morn : and let his tottering feet 
Imprint the verdurous pasture. Soon his cheeks . 
Will gently catch a renovating glow ; 
New, lambent lustres tremble in his eyes, 85 

And fresh, returning vigour swell, his heart : . 
Warm transport seize his wasted frame, and pay , 
The parents' cares, the nameless, tender fears, 
The day's long gloom, and watchful night's fatigue. 



We tread the heathy plain ; now under shades 90 

High-arching, wind : whilst all the feathery race 

Pour warbling forth their gratulations loud ; 

Fir'd with the impulse of all-powerful love. 

Swift from his grajss-built nest, to greet the light, 

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8 

Upsoars the lark, the minstrel of the morn. 95 

And, full of wild, ecstatic music, skies, 

Woods, vales, and shadowy mountain-glens, resound. 



Gay spreads the prospect. From the stream-fed banks 
Loose floats the willow- foliage ; alders bend 
Their leafy locks, and pliant poplars wave. 100 

From the brown steep, the graceful ash overhangs 
In quivering, light luxuriance. Wide the lime 
A massy shade expands. With silvery trunks 
Thin airy birch, and swelling maples, rise. 
Coy aspens shiver all their twinkling leaves 105 

To every frolic wind. Fantastic oaks 
Immense, their knotty boughs entwisting, throw 
Solidity of deep, incumbent gloom. 



Below ! what sunny interchange of fields, 
Of furzy slopes, and moss-clad smoking cots, 1 10 
Where plain Content with rustic Quiet dwells ! 
There basking lies a summer- valley, fresh 
With vivid verdure, fed by spouting rills. 
There, thro' the shelving banks, the brawling brook 
Incessant foams ; or with laborious lapse 115 

Smooth wears the pebbles, or with brighter tints 
The fretted fragments stains : thence, calm it purls 
Soft-tinkling, till it forms a liquid plain 
Capacious, on whose broad, and glassy breast, 
Sleep cool Serenity, and limpid Peace. 120 



The scene half-shadowM, half-illumined, spreads; 
Fair Beauty colours with her glowing hand 



10 

The woods and distant hills, that change their shapes 

As smile new tints, or vagrant mists involve. 

She tempers into smooth ethereal calm, 125 

The azure-stretching ocean, faintly seen. 

Still prodigal of charms, she fondly flings 

Deep in th' embosomM vale her mingled hues 

Rich, and exuberant ; while the lucid clouds 

In floating negligence adorn the sky, 136 

And soften, warm, and harmonize the whole* 



. Here, Painters, throw your radiant beauties forth ; 
Blend your clear, pearly tints, and melting lines 
Concordant ; bid your magic canvas beam 
With life, and richly glowing hues : ye try 135 

In vain, to rival nature ; vainly catch 



11 

The morn's chaste lustre, or the glorious burst 
Of evening splendour o'er the kindling scene. 
E'en raptur'd Fancy fails with all her powers 
Of ardent language, and conceptions strong. 140 

Far to the genial west, what mountains rise 
Romantic, rang'd above th' horizon's verge ! 
Mark, how th' attracted vapour* shroud their heads, . 
And cool their sultry sides with thousand streams 
Of ever-pregnant moisture, flowing down, 145 

Till deep below, the fruitful valleys float 
With lavish Vegetation's cheerful green : 
Fed with reflected sunshine, and secur'd 
From all the rigour of the surly winds. 

Now high, the Sun ascending, scatters wide 150 
His mid-day radiance on the dazzling ground 



12 

Direct, With golden light the meadows glow. 

Above, beneath, what fluttering life, what joy 

Now fills created space ! The fertile earth 

With insect-myriads teems. The mossy chinks 15 j 

Of jutting rocks hold numbers. Numbers swarm 

The grass-green streamlets quickened by the rays. 

The foliage- wavings of the woods, conceal 

Their little tenants. Nestling in the buds 

Of roses, some taste nectar'd nurture. Some 16Q 

Unseen, unknown in blushing fruit, reside. 

Thus live, and labour, and like mortals 1 die. 

Mark the dread spider, as he slyly hangs 

His filmy web, and traitorous, lurks within ; 

There watches with grim patience, till the fly 1G5 

Who, self-enchanting with his sultry hum, 

Alights ; and tries the fairy texture, swings 



13 

And flutters on, till tangled more and more, 

He feels the snare ; while fastening on his back 

His foe voracious, banquets on his blood. 170 

The ant strays diligent. The writhing worm, 

That creeps along the ground, lives not in vain, 

And e'en the grasshopper,, that idly chirps. 

Then, why should Man, majestic o'er the world, 

Bemain inert, and useless? He, designed 175 

To practise virtue, and with reason, rule ? 

Why sink unnerv'd upon the lap of Sloth 

Inglorious, languid, slumbering on to death ? 

Kind Poverty, altho' thy chilling frown 

Check the fine glow of genius, numb the soul; 180 

Yet Laxgour startles at thy threatening voice, 

And stern Necessity attends thy steps. 

Thy arm rough strenuous Labour nerves for toil : 



14 

By thee, the palace tow'rs ; the firm machine 

In vast, mechanic grandeur, works. By thee, 185 

Hewn from the quarry's adamantine loins 

The figured marble breathes, and golden ore 

Burnished, and bright, flames on the dazzled eye ; 

Attractive gold! both universal bane, 

And source of temperate happiness below. 190 



Mild from yon broken pomp of clouds, the shower, 
The gentle show'r, with warmth prolific, falls ; 
Now, on the grove's thick umbrage, patters soft \ 
Now pours refreshment o'er the furrow'd glebe. 
Alarm'd, the timorous insect tribes reseek J 95 

Their tiny shelters ; from the dripping air 
In wildest fright, the fluttering birds withdraw; 



15 

Save the loud black-bird piping in his bower. 
See, crowding close the piteous, woolly breed 
With panting perturbation, mutely gaze : 200 

Whilst gladly round the sturdy farmer eyes 
The falling bounty of benignant Heaven. 
The duck, oft-dipping in the bubbling pool, 
Throws o'er her freckled back, the trickling stream. 
Shivering her plumes with garrulous joy. 'Tis past : 
The softer sky resumes its fleecy clouds 206 

Bordered with florid light; and high the lark 
Amid the thinly scattering drops ascends, 
And blithly sings. The eager cattle crop 
The sweeter herb ; the sunshine doubly glows. 210. 
Beneath the bloomy rainbow gleam the hills, 
The azure pine-groves, and the misty lawns ; 
Till lovelier colours dress the cherish'd scene. 



16 

Now hatched to life, about their parent-streams. 
The dragon-insects* float on glittering wings, 215 
In iris-tints all-varied, and all-gay, 
And chase, in wanton sport, their little loves. 
Around the primros'd bank, alike in hue, 
The idly-busy butterfly disports. 
High up the brook, the grouping heifers plunge, 220 
Eending with lengthened necks, and nostrils broad 
To skim the tempting surface ; whilst above 
A clustering flight, the stranger-bees descend, 
Swarming some clefted rock, or hollowed tree ; 
Or, haply sent by Providence, alight 225 

Beneath some lonely widow's thatch, and work 
Their dulcet nurture for her sole support. 

* Uhllula tribe. 



17 

As loitering thus, the flowery wilds among, 
Among the thousand beauties of the spring 
Confus'd, and lost ; again the luscious gales, 230 

The luscious gales of Eden breathe around, 
Pregnant with life and joy. This rapid rill, 
Wild-flashing o'er the foamy pebbles, charms 
The listening ear. The minstrels of the woods, 
That ever chide ungrateful silence, pour 235 

Their sweet, persuasive melodies at large. 
Here God's own voice the solemn grove inspires ; 
Here blameless pleasures lift the kindling heart 
With grateful ecstacy to bounteous Heaven ! 



Here, unmolested by the taunts of Pride, 240 

Happy, tho' humble in eequesterM shades, 



18 

Secure the cotters live, remote from towns 

That breathe pale exhalations and disease ; 

Where thousands shriek with pangs of conscious guilt; 

Where thousands droop consumptive to the tomb ; 24-5 

Where many a fond, distracted mother feels, 

As bending o'er the glimmering hearth she weeps, 

The keen, severest torture, closely prest 

By starving babes, that ask their bread in vain ; 

Where thousands fall, by Luxury seduc'd. 250 

But ye, whom Fortune lifts above the sphere 

Of rustic wretchedness and coarse desires, 

Beware of blandishments, of lawless joys, 

Of loves, of boasted friendships, all beware, 

That scarce endure a transient summer's day. 255 

Go, search the shameless records of mankind, 

The page of blood, and scenes of splendid vice 



19 

'Mid crowding feasts, where erst distraction roarM 
O'er maddening wine, and death ; thus timely learn 
How Lux'ry sinks the human soul divine ! 2GO 

She sappM the strength of once imperial Rome ; 
She ruin'd Persia, realm of blazing wealth, 
Where polished arts, and high, heroic worth 
Once dignified the state, and flourished fair 
With blooming honours, and with full-blown fame. 



Close by that fountain's deep, collected flood 
A smooth blue sheet, diffusive to the brim, 
Just dimpled where an headlong streamlet drips, 
The straw^roofd cottage smokes; where cordial love, 
Domestic temperance, and domestic peace 270 

Shed all their blessings on the parent-pair, 



20 

Blest with their growing sons of clear-bloomM health; 
To useful labour train'd, to tend the plough, 
Sow the rich, reddening glebe ; to join the group 
Heart-happy, clamorous in the harvest fields; 275 
With blithe alacrity to climb the trees, 
And dash the apple-burden from the boughs 
San-mellow'd, showering on the orchard-ground ; 
And stream the cider for the coming year. 



Within the sun-bright garden, fruits and herbs, 2S0 
Of potent virtues, thrive. Sweet airs pervade 
Its cultur'd borders. Spicy odours waft 
Perpetual health ; and thro' the senses breathe 
Ambrosial freshness. Lily-bosonVd Spring 
Pours florid graces on the faithful earth. 2*.5 



21 

The hardy cowslip smiles ; the crocus glows, 

And catches mimic radiance from the sun. 

Fresh polyanthus, freak'd in brilliant hues, 

And violets flourish. Clustering woodbines deck 

The myrtle bow'r, where soon the rose will drink 290 

Transparence from the smoothly sliding stream. 

Murmurs the bee-hive near the breathing thyme, 

With all its insect people at their work 

Delicious, bent; w T ith liquid honey fast 

The swarming nation fill the waxen cells. 225 

Here, should the snail their golden dome ascend, 

Poor, hapless wretch ! no more shall he return, 

Enjoy no more the tender calm of eve, 

Or balmy show'rs with mingling sunshine warm'd ; 

But, torturM by the stings of numerous foes, 300 

Shall feel the agonizing wounds of death. 

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22 

Here, gay and dauntless, struts the flamy cock, 

Or briskly crowing, wakes the echoing Morn. 

His startling clarion thro' the village sounds, 

Calling rough Labour's train to various toil. 305 

Here oft he takes his fond, protective stand ; 

Whilst o'er her eggs, the hen unwearied sits, 

Or turns, arranges, gives them genial warmth. 

Lo ! irritable, ruffling all her plumes 

Disturbed, as in a fluttering fever, forth 310 

She leaves awhile her task, and hurrying, pecks 

The scanty grains Frugality bestows. 

Bold, and defensive, back again she flies 

Impatient, and in passive silence, spreads 

Wide o'er her spacious nest her brooding wings; 315 

And, rul'd by instinct, waits the callow birth. 



23 

The pastoral face of Nature varies. Moors 
Immensely swelling, stretch around ; distinct 
With gradual colours, from the barren brown 
To hazy blue, soft-mingling with the sky. 320 

There, warm reflected lustre streams profuse, 
When Evening shoots aslant her radiant beams, 
And from the heath, light billowy vapours dance. 
The sheep partake the wildness of the scene, 
ShaggM like the hardy breed, that browzing, hang 325 
On Snowdon's heights, or Cader-Idris, bieak 
With ever-blustering gales; away they burst 
Alarm'd at every stranger's echoing tread. 



Now, on the eager sight, the summits rise 

Hill above hill : aloft in rolling clouds 330 

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Aspires yon rustic church, romantic Shaugh ; 
Whilst in the middle distance, Bickleigh towers. 
Now, flush'd with fervour thro* green devious lanes 
We w T ind ; whence briskly leaps from rock to rock 
Some gurgling streamlet; or foam-flashing, spouts 
Athwart the path-way. What delicious zest 23d 
Enrapts our bosoms as we bound along ! 



Thrice happy they, who shun the faithless form 
Of fleeting Pleasure, bred in busy life; 
And court the fairer beauties of the fields, 3+Q 

Health, Exercise, and heart-dilating Mirth. 
These, taste the purity of sylvan peace ; 
These, value the plain comforts they enjoy. 
While some, enamour'd of th J ungrateful world, 



25 

Find bliss in riot ; some on sofas sleep 34S 

Thro* sluggard-life, in ignorance and ease. 
Others, condemned to labour's toiling hive, 
Incessant drudge, nor touch the honied store 
Themselves have made. While some, impairM by vice, 
Are drifted on the shallows of distress; 350 

Or, plungM within the ocean of debauch. 
Then, happy they, whom Competence secures 
From mixM society ; the checquer'd source 
Of sorrow and delight ; if Taste inspire, 
And Contemplation form for rural joys. 355 

Within that simple mansion's roof, retired, 
Eliza dwells. No soft caress of babes, 
And now, no tender relative she owns : 
Lost to the world, and only known to Heaven. 



26 

Scarce five connubial months had roll'd away 360 

In mutual fondness and meridian bliss, 

When tidings of his mother's sudden death 

Smote Edmund's startled ear. Grief-struck, he fled 

Thro' woods, o'er bleak and lengthening heaths, and 

reach'd 
The house of woe. There, o'er the lifeless form 365 
Wept pious tenderness ; thence saw her borne, 
Slow, to the dreary silence of the grave. 

Some painful days elaps'd ere Edmund left 
The mournful scene : then, every duty paid, 
Rose with the morn to seek his distant home. 370 

But ah ! Eliza felt unwonted fears 
Rush on her heart, suggesting dreadful harm, 
As onward fast the gathering storms approach, 



27 

And solemn-sounding night. Her only care 
Was absent far, but purposed then return. 375 

Alas ! he never more returned ! Nor more 
In converse sweet she sharM the social hoar : 
Hapless Eliza ! Pale, she trembling shrunk, 
Perplex'd, affrighted at the savage winds ! 



Meantime the faint, disaster^ husband stray M 3$Q 
The victim of the tempest. Loudly roared 
The giant oaks, their boughs rude-crashing, drove 
Before the demon-whirlwind ; scattering flew 
Profuse, the shatter'd foliage of the ash ; 
The universal forest groan'd. The ground 385 

Lay strew'd with branchy ruin. ThiV the gloom 
His breathless courser falter'd ; the dank turf 



28 

Shook faithless to his hoof. A torrent-stream, 
SwellM by the flooding rains, across his way 
RollM ; in the depth he plung'd, and down, alas ! 390 
He sunk; — and left a weeping widow thrown 
Distress'd, unfriended on the world's wide range ! 






Hence, Bickleigh lifts its lichen-gilded tower ; 
The fretted cross, where kneeling saints ador'd, 
Fronts the dim dome. Along the shadowy aisles, 395 
"V* ith startling steps, we walk ; and calmly read 
The rustic records on the mouldering walls. 
But who can mark without the sacred tear, 
Where rests the pious priest, cut off from life, 399 
From youth's full lustre snatch'd ; to whose high worth 
The swains have rear'd the sculptur'd stone ? Too brief 



29 

He liv'd with man, and dealt persuasive truths 
From lips of hallow'd fire. We trace with awe 
The last retreat of mortals : Friendship here, 
Departed Virtue, Science, mingling lie. 405 

Dark-mantling nettles, and the night shades, knit 
The baneful verdure o'er their grassy tombs. 

Hence, let us climb where Ham's soft greensward 
breathes 
Wild thymy fragrance ; let the roving eye 
Shoot from dun granite rocks, to cultur'd slopes; 410 
To emerald vales, to black-descending woods, 
To crowding fields, to brown broad moors, to streams 
Bright-bursting headlong from the dusky cliffs! 
"Whilst opening on the skies, the mighty roar 
Of rough cascades deafens the listening ear, 4)5 

And swells the grandeur of the rugged scene ! 



30 

Immensely rising from the cataract- foam 
How frowns yon craggy mass*! where shrieking birds 
Plant their bleak aeries in its shrubby clefts; 
High sails the hawk, and harsh the heron screams. 420 
Below, among the rustling sedge conceaPd, 
The venomous viper breeds: in thicket-haunts 
The quick-eyM martin on the feathery game. 
With fierce destruction, leaps. With ravenous rage 
The otter banquets on the silvery fry. 425 

Here, dark the cavern'd badger skulks from day." 
Here, stung with famine from his lurking shades, 
Nightly the fox overlooks the nodding crags, 
While dread and devastation mark his course. 

Here, countless, spring the gay botanic tribes, 430 
And draw pure nurture from the various soil, 
werstone. 







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More fragrant as the arid turf prevails. 

Broad waves the feathery fern : while lichens spread 

Incrusting all the rocks with nameless hues. 

From every cliff the moss profusely droops, 435 

Or, lowly creeping, clothes the fracturM ground. 

In wild luxuriance stately fox*g!oves rise. 

The glossy arum folds its ample leaf, 

Cradling its scarlet fruit, till autumn flings 

His brilliant colours on the woodlands deep 440 

The Coating crimson, and the shadowy brown. 

The wild-rose, blushing coyly, hangs its wreaths ; 

And rustic honey-suckle clasps the copse 

With nectar'd blossoms full. Stellaria bright 

Its starry lustre sheds : in azure hue 445 

The gay veronica unveils its charms* 

And odorous harebell blows. The orchis paints 



32 

The streamy dales, and mildly grateful springs 
The heath-flowVd fragrance of th' untrodden banks* 
Where bees abroad on light and vagrant wing, 450 
Collect their luscious sweets from bloom to bloom. 



Yet here, amid this deep, sequesterM vale, 
E'en here, th* unhallowed force of civil war 
Has rag'd, encrimson'd o'er the shuddering woods 
With human blood. Away, thou hideous fiend, 455 
Who dart'st on all thy pestilential fires, 
Nor sparest the peasant in his harmless fields ! 
What ! shall all Nature in her green retreats, 
Feel thy harsh pow'r? Alas, these lonesome scenes 
Still bear memorial of thy ruffian sway ! 460 

Here from these shades, illustrious Slanning rose 



53 

With all the hero in his mighty breast; 

Fierce fell his sword, and like the lightning's flame, 

Strew'd devastation far as Severn's shore ; 

Where death arrested his victorious course. 465 

And hence the Cad, o'er rocks white-flashing, roars 
To meet the lucid Plym : now softly flow 
The mingled streams, now fret and boil, and brawl 
Thro' arching bridges, moss'd by hoary time, 
Or, hung with clustering verdure, thro' rich meads*- 
Till flowing on thro' Saltram's towery groves. 
It pours its tribute to the restless sea. 

Beneath these wreathing roots, and stones entwin'd 

With ivy-network, lurks the sinuous eel ; 

Nor ventures forth till darkly brooding night 475 

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And silence reign. Sly from his shaggy haunt, 

And, dubious first, he cautiously proceeds : 

Then, coward*like, where nought of danger threats, 

He bolder cuts the blackening stream, and oft 

His native bed forsakes, and, o'er the meads 480 

Strays darkling; searchful of his insect-prey. 



Fain would the muse relate the various fry 
That tenant all these floods: the sportive trout> 
The salmon swarming from the ocean-depth 
To drop their spawn : or those that idling, love 465 
The sullen sluggard-tide, and slimy rush ; 
Or those in swifter waves, of radiant hues 
Bedropp'd with gold : but endless were ray task* 



35 

When wrapt in tempest, thro* the howling air, 
Fierce Winter grimly flings his wildest blast ; 490 
Then lead me, Horror, to these cliffs sublime 
While solid darkness settles round, to hear 
The battling winds among the crush of rocks* 
The thunder's giant voice, the cataract vast 
Catching the lurid lightning's sudden blaze I 495 
In some black-gaping cavern let me shroud, 
And give the awful hour to solemn thought ; 
Secure, whilst all the raging torrent-rains 
Rush ponderous down the mountain's murky sides. 
And all the clamorous wild-birds aid the storm ! 500 



Beneath yon precipice of pendent woods 

Beware that ebon-colour'd depth ; there smile# 

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36 

Deceitful Stillness on its watery breast : 
And there, young Rashness trusts the tempting calm ; 
There victims oft, as village-legends tell, 505 

Have plungM to endless darkness. Now, nor gales, 
Nor fish, light-leaping, crisp the placid flood. 

Thro 5 glory-streaming clouds, the sun's broad orb 
Descends: the gilded vapours wave along 
The verdant vallies, where bright rivulets wind 510 
Delicious is the sweetness of the air : 
The softening distance melts to fluid gold ; 
While to the east, soft ruddy hues recede 
Slow-fading to a colder, leaden dye. 

Meek Evening hail! as o'er the purpling moors 515 
The rustic curfew tolls ; and simplest sounds 



37 

Of bleating ewes, and lowing heifers, swell. 
Delightful Evening hail ! Thou nurse of thought 
And holy peace. Oft, lonely, let me stray 
Along the groves, along the rosy vales, , 520 

While dewy coolness rises from the shades, 
And freshening fragrance wantons all-profuse, 
Till o'er the hills^ the pensive twilight fades. 



1)3 



ON 



A FRIEND'S RETREAT. 



Solo decir sabre, que aunque rodea 
En qualquier condicion a los mortaies 
Tropel de ciertos, 6 aparentes males^ 
Muchos de ellos ignora, 6 los olvida 
El que amar sabe la campestre vida, 

Dn* Francisco Aguith dt Cisnfrtu 



OS 



A FRIEND'S RETREAT. 



Vita rustica sine dubitatione proxima et quasi consanguinea 
japientiae est. Columel. 1. 1. 



*V here rural beauties tranquilize the breast 
You dwell, my Friend, in classic leisure blest. 
You shun the sphere, where vanities entice, 
Where syren -pleasures lure to loathsome vice : 
Where, curst with wealth; some squander life away, 5 
Or cherish guilt, or innocence betray/ 



42 

Some taint the fair simplicity of youth, 
And poison confidence and candid truth 

Here Attic ease, and warm, poetic joy 
By turns relax the mind, by turns, employ. 10 

Here varied charms each lovely spot endears, 
The shade composes, and the sunshine cheers: 
While, from your shadowy shrub-wood, grayly seen 
Gleams a broad lake, and slopes a pasture green : 
Behind, romantic mountains catch the eye, 15 

And roughly break the bluely-liquid sky. 
Brown moors outstretch ; the cottagM glen retires ; 
And high the sacred tow'r to Heaven aspires. 

Now genial Spring reanimates the ground, 
And softly show'rs her clustering blossoms round : 20 



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Fond Hope anticipates the harvest-vale, 

And Beauty's self unbosoms to the gale. 

New life, new raptures wake in every grove, 

All Nature echoes to the voice of Love ! 

The nascent verdure floats before the breeze, 25 

Climbs the rude cliffs, and clothes the rustling trees, 

In rainbow-hues, your rustic garden glows; 

Here, rear'd by Taste, the primrose humbly blows : 

Or, fondly mantling o'er the fountain's side, 

Sips, unperceiv'd, the Naiad's limpid tide. 30 

Fresh tulips swell in florid colours bright, 

And roses, ripening, drink the blush of light. 

Here pleasures reign, as prodigal of flowers, 

Profusion laughs amid her thousand bowers. 



44 

For peace, Vespasian IovM a simple seat; 35 

Meek Zenophon adored his still retreat. 
Fam'd Scipio from the blaze of glory fled # 
And calmly died within a Sabine shed. 
From human toil retirM, St. Bruno trac'd 
Creation's God amid the mountain waste. 40 



Soon as the morn relieves the solemn night, 
And paints the kindling fields with ruddy light ; 
You start from slumber, hail the orient ray, 
And profitably regulate the day. 
Repeat, with silent joy, the rural toil, 45 

To deck the rock, or fertilize the soil ; 
Clip the green copse ; festoon the floating shade ; 
Or lead the rippling lymph to meet the glade. 



45 

Or, hence with rapture-smitten breast, you rove 
Thro' many a wood-fringM vale, and pathless grove : 
With skilful eyes each mystic plant inspect ; 51 

And beauteous Nature's subtlest forms dissect. 
Thus, wisely learn from insect, tree or flower, 
The wond'Vous plan of God's creative power. 



To you kind Heaven a source of transport spares,, 
A willing exile from obtrusive cares. 
From classic landscapes here, you fondly trace 
A Claude's mild chastity, and tempered grace. 
From Rosa's dread, romantic scenes, admire 
The savage wildness, and impassioned fire. 60 

Here Alps on Alps, immeasurably rise, 
The world, the world is open to your eyes ! 



46 

Here Homer lives, triumphant o'er the tomb, 
The boast of Greece, the reverence of Rome. 
Here Milton spreads his bright, celestial page, 65 
In all the Iearn'd solemnity of age. 
Here Shakspeare's Muse, whom ruthless time obeys, 
His world of intellectual wealth displays. 



With lingering steps, I' leave your arching glades, 
Your leisure-seats, and picturesque cascades, 70 

The various view, the health-inspiring breeze, 
This kind retreat of blest, poetic Ease: 
Where Worth, where grateful Science learns to die, 
And Faith, enraptur'd, sees a better sky. 



TO WANT. 



TlotAo} p\v ycc^ ruv awpvTruv ovn; K'hiiTzo'i flrar/?£oi, 

UfocTlaa-t xa.xws, xal IIElNfiXIN, fjigrx EOT ts roc irteTr* 
civsiffiv. ARIST. PLUT, 



Jjtern scourge of Lux'ry, and imperious Pride, 
Child of Intemperance blasting human bliss ! 
How chills the vigorous mind 
By thy fell pow'r controlled ! 

Thee, writhing pain, thee, wasting sickness wait, 
Thee, all the agonizing train of death ; — 
Thrown on thy freezing bed 
Thou feePst keen-biting gales ■ 



48 

Loud ruffian tempests shake thy tottering shed 
Whilst thou, unsheltered in the savage night, 
Reprov'st the tardy hours 
That linger thro' the gloom. 



Yet not the dewy Day-light sooths thy soul, 
Nor Eve, who draws her weeping shadows round, 
Nor sweet, indulgent Spring, 



With all her fragrant store ; 



Her whispering airs, and scenes of vernal jo; 
Her sunny vale, green hill, and babbling brook. 

Thee, nor brown Summer woos. 

Fond stripling of desire, 



49 

Who, breathless, pants across the sultry wilds, 
Or, seeks the crystal depth, or rustling shade. 
Where, thro* his glowing sense 
A cool refreshment breathes. 



Unblest by thee, dejected Autumn dies; 

When fading Nature warns us of decay, 
And, leafless forests howl, 
Hoarse winds, and storms pursue 



The boisterous track of Winter ! Driving hail 

From dun bleak skies, quick-pattering on the cliffs 

Descends ; while hamlets groan 

Beneath collected snows. 

E 



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Then, torrents wild, with deafening clamours, roar, 
And fearful nights succeed tempestuous days, 

And Fancy blacker paints 

Thy frantic, dark despair. 



By thee depress poor unprotected Worth 
Shrinks into blind obscurity y s damp cell | 
There, lingering, and forgot, 
He meets a silent grave, 



Beprest by thee, how groans the shipwreck'd wretch,, 
Cast on loose-hanging, frightful rocks, forlorn, 

While round him dreadful breaks 

The foamy billow's rage ! 



51 

Ah ! grim-brow^d tyrant, mitigate thy wrath, 

Forbear to blast me with thy withering gaze j 

With deadly-pressing hand 

Forbear to chill my heart ! 



E2 



RtJRAL EVENING. 



Et jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant, 
Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae. 

Virgil, Eel i. 



JLo ! the Sun enshrinM in light, 
Sinking from his heavily height 
Gilds the various clouds that fly 
Slowly, thro' the blushing sky : 
Tinges herds, and homeward swains, 
Wood-side cots, and hills, and plains. 



53 

Whom shall Indolence withhold 
From wild heaths, or cataracts bold ? 
From yon grove, or verdurous steep 
Whence hoarse checquerM rivlets sweep ? 
Where the insects, idly gay, 
Sport, like youth, their lives away. 
Where the thrush of speckled breast, 
Sings his callow brood to rest: 
While the herds, that nearer lie, 
Mutely mark the bounteous sky, 



i Now aslant the Sun's broad rays 

Dim the plough-boy's careless gaze : 

Wide the glowing prospect spreads, 

Rich in woods, and rocks, and meads, 

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54 

Hence, what objects meet the sight, 
Gay in magic tints of light, 
Glittering brooks by Leisure traced, 
Rustic wells with flowerets graced ; 
Woodbine-bowers, and cragged cells, 
Sunless glades, where Quiet dwells ; 
Where the musing Pleasures stray 
J)uly at the dusk of day* 



See ! dun shadows steal around ; 
Silence lists to every sound ; 
Echoes wait on every hill 
Answering to each bubbling rill. 
Bee-moths at this grey, cool hour. 
Pilfer every shrinking flower. 



55 

Distant woods, all dubious lie 
Mingled in the misty sky. 
Closed are lids of violets blue ; 
Roses sleep in limpid dew : 
And, the glow-worm thro* the night 
Sheds a chillv, emerald lisrht. 



Ever thus, thro' vale and grove, 
May my footsteps widely rove ; 
While the swallow, child of spring, 
Skims the lake, on hasty wing; 
While the woodlark's latest strains 
Vibrate o'er the twilight plains. 
While the moon in lucid vest 
Leans on clouds her silvery breast, 



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56 

And, reflect the virgin-streams 
All the beauty of her beams, 



Evening solemn thought inspires; 
Checks the fever of desires ; 
And, as day's rude tumults cease, 
Calms the soul to serious peace. 



A MOTHER 



TO HER NATURAL SON, JUST BORN. 



Ah ! weep, thou nursling on Misfortune's breast, 
Unhonour'd with a father's sacred name ; 
Born to reproach ; — the villain's cruel jest, 
Who lur'd thy victim-mother to her shame. 



Ah ! why would gentle Heaven, to tax my crime, 
Give thy young eyes to catch the living light ? 
And, why shouldst thou, ere dawns thy youthful prime, 
Feel, like some teuder flower, the savage blight ? 



58 

Condemned to struggle in the storm of fate, 
With poverty to toil the live-long day ; 
While thy proud sire, companion of the great. 
In banquet-pleasure revels life away. 



Perish his studied eloquence, and charms, 
His love, that drew me from my blissful home, 
Ere yet, Corruption wantonM in mine arras, 
Ere yet, abandoned on the world to roam ! 



My sister now, whom treachery ne'er beguiPd, 
Shares the bright hours of fond, connubial joy ; 
How will she blame my virgin-worth defilM ! 
How frowu contemptuous on my infant boy ! 



59 

But cease, my pangs;. ..my parents died serene: 
Age callM on death, and Heaven was kind to grant; 
Here, could they witness this distracting scene, 
This horrid scene of infamy and want } — 

Perhaps, a mother's pious tears would start, 
A father's pity tremble in his eyes ; 
Ah, no ! despair would agonize her heart ! 
And terrible fo's just resentment rise ! 

Hence, maddening thought! Come Care, come friendly 

Woe 
Benumb the feelings of my tortur'd breast ; 
Forbid affections in my child to glow, 
Unfriended let him live, and die unblest 5 



60 

Ah, no ! let duty all his thoughts control, 
Let open candour every impulse speak, 
Let sympathy and friendship warm his soul, 
Lore light his looks, and flush his ripening cheek. 



Forbid, kind Heaven, this stigma of disdain • 
That, guiltless, he for my offence should groan : 
Oh ! might I fondly share his destined pain, 
And in his bosom's bliss regain my oven I 



A RED-BREAST, 



SEEN IN A CHURCH. 



\Atto p,rjhv6$ «r* @hcc~ 



ANaCREON". 



Sweet visitant, who lov'st the hallowed shrine. 
Devoid of tremulous fear, who joy'st to flit 
Athwart dini-colourM lights 
That Gothic windows shed ; 



62 

I bless thee, warbler, bless the care of Heaven, 
That in thy tuneful breast, this instinct breath'd, 
Here, shelter'd from the blast 
Thou pour'st thy carols round. 



Here, hid from fowler's eye, secure thou liv'st, 
By tabby foes unwatch/d, or wanton death. 
Meantime, thy hapless mates 
Or murder'd, stain chaste snows, 



Or, shivering, die amid the forest-wilds, 
The swollen victims of keen wintry winds; 
While sorrowing dirges, here, 
Thou sing'st o'er many a grave* 



63 

Sweet care of gracious Heaven ! thy future life 
Haply the bright celestial fields may glad. 
There thou in evergreens, 
May'st thy soft texture weave t 



There fondly markM by purer eyes than mine, 
And there, with never-dying warbles blest, 

Thou may'st the shades enjoy 

In unmolested bliss. 



A MOTHER 



TO HER DEAD INFANT. 



JDeaii lovely Child ! dear object of my pain, 
For thee, affection bleeds at every vein ; 
First pledge of holy love, ah ! doomM to die, 
And, smile with angels in a kinder sky. 

No more shall Fondness o'er thy cradle bend, 
Rock thy soft slumbers, or thy wants attend. 
No more, with joy-bright eyes, thy sire shall trace 
His faithful features on thy cherub-face. 



65 

Ah ! fruitless now my hopes, my tender fears ; 
Fruitless my prospects for thy future years. 
Once, smiling Fancy to my mental view 
Brightened the scenes, that expectation drew : 
I saw thy youth in all the flush of May ; 
I saw thy manhood, ripening to the day : 
Reflection now, must sadden o'er thy tomb, 
And gather painful knowledge from thy doom. 
And long, thy fate, shall Innocence bewail ; 
Thy fate, shall Pity weep, till weeping, fail. 



Now vain to me, the genial mornings shine ; 

In vain, the evenings blush with light divine. 

In vain, the purple spring unfolds her charms, 

Since death has snatchM my infant from mine arms, 

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In vain, the summer blooms, the autumn glows, 
Since grief to me, such pensive joy bestows. 
Then, scenes of life,. ..ye rosy Hours, depart:.,. 
For only sacred sorrow sooths my heart. 



ECHO OF A GROTTO, 



cui liquidam pater 

Yocem dedit. 



V/OY Spirit of the cave ! Sweet Echo, hail ! 

Responsive to the softly sighing breeze,. 
As on thy gentle ear 
Its mournful murmurs swell. 

Thee oft, perhaps, some lonely virgin haunts 

To tell her cherishM grief, her slighted vows ; 

Or, chaunt her vesper-hymn 

Along these twilight groves. 

T 2 



68 

Sequestered Leisure, fondly here retreats 
From toiling Care, and Folly's idling train ; 
Retreats with chasten'd Taste, 
And lovely Science join'd: 



Here sits, and muses, while young Morning dawns 
With faintly gleaming lustre ; and the skies 
l With mild and genial breath, 
Diffuse refreshment round ; 



While woods hoarse-rustle to the sighing gales; 

And, warbling in the dewy shades, the birds 
With prompted joy, salute 
The kindling Day's return. 



69 

Lingering, he loves to catch thy accents clear 
As Eve looks pensive thro* the fading clouds 
Or, o'er the glimmering scene 
Her dusky shadow draws, . 



Then, distant bleatings from the fragrant fold, 
Or, sacred chimes from tree-embosom/d tower, 
His soften'd soul inspire 
With saintly, calm delight. 



F3 



A SWALLOW. 



Mtf [as (pvyyq 

2u y#g eI (pi?\oq ysttgytiv* ANACKEON. 

X wittering tenant of the sky, 
Whither, whither wilt thou fly? 
Summer blithly frolics round ; 
Florid beauties grace the ground : 
Rosy odours, youthful gales 
Still breathe from bow'rs, and verdurous vales. 

Whither, fluttering, wilt thou fly, 
Swiftest courser of the sky ? 
Still in brook, or fountain-spring, 
Dip thy never- weary wing ; 



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Sweep along the level mead. 
Where fragrant herds securely feed. 

Happy vagrant, ever free, 
All my fancies follow thee ; 
Mount with thee, the blue serene. 
Visit every foreign scene!,.. 
And, while seasons vary here, 
With thee, share summer all the year. 

Whither, whither wilt thou fly* 
Swiftest courser of the sky ? 
Stay, O stay, till autumn's hand 
Purple o'er my native land ; 
Mildness, health, and beauty, rove*, 
And fellow warblers charm the grove. 



I 



MEDITATION. 



WRITTEN NEAR A GOTHIC CHURCH. 



O thou, Companion of the Blest, 
With steadfast mein, and sainted breast ; 

i 

Who stalk'st, at eve, thro'' dusky glades, 
To muse amid the sullen shades : 
O guide my feet to twilight bowers, 
To solemn groves, or hallowM towers, 
To graves, where kindred statues rise, 
And hold in trance my raptur'd eyes. 



73 

Hence Noise;... ye worldly-throbbings, cease, 
Nor dare profane this cloister'd Peace. 
Here, when pale moon-beams tinge the glooms 
That glimmer o'er the mouldering tombs, 
Here come, thou Sage, devoutly dear, 
For Silence keeps her sabbath here : 
Save, when to rouse the dead repose, 
Aloft, the anthemM organ blows. 



Divine Companion ! thy control 
With holy musing rapts my soul, 
When all thy heavenly visions rise, 
And hold in trance my raptur'd eyes, 






TRANSLATION 



FROM THE 



ITALIAN. 



1 attempted a translation in rhyme of this tender effusion 
qfMetastasio ; but found, that it lost too much of its sim- 
plicity : I have now rendered it in a measure more resent* 
Ming the original. 



^ 



LA TEMPESTA. 



DEL METASTASIO. 



JN o, non turbati, o Nice ; io non ritorno 
A parlati d'amor. So che ti spiace ; 
Basta cosi. Vedi, che il ciel minaccia 
Improvvisa tempesta : alle capanne 
Se vuoi ridurre il gregge, io vengo solo 
Ad ofFrir Popra mia. Che !..,non payenti ? 



THE TEMPEST. 



FROM METASTASIS 



IN ay, tremble not, nor fear this fond return ; 
I dare not speak of love.... To you, alas ! 
I know, 'tis painful now. — Enough. But lo ! 
All Heaven in darkness, threats a sudden storm ; 
Collect your wandering flocks, my willing hand 
Shall lead them to the fold. What !,.. fear you not : 






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Osserva, che a momenti 

Tutto s'oscura il ciel, che il vento in giro 

La polve innalza, e le cadute foglie. 

Al fremer della selva, al volo incerto 

Begli augelli smarriii, a queste rare, 

Che ci cadon sul volto, umide stille > 

Nice, io preveggo...Ah ! non tel dissi, o Nice? 

Ecco il lampo, ecco il tuona. Or che farai ? 

Vieni, senti ; ove vai ? Non e piu tempo 

Di pensare alia greggia. In questo speco 

Riparati fraitanto ; io saro teco. 

Ma tu tremi, o mio tesoro ! 

Ma tu palpiti, cor mio ! 

Non temer ; con te son io^ 

Ne d'amor ti parlero. 



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Observe the blackening sky, 
See ! how the winds in madding whirls, arise,, 
Scatter the dust, and high the leaves up rear, 
That darkly withering, strewM the rustling ground, 
Judge by the sullen roaring of the woods ; 
The wild, disordered flutter of the birds ; 
And by the tears, that trickle down our cheeks. 
Too well presag'd...dear Nice, look ! alas 
The lightning darts, and deep the thunder rolls ! 
But haste ; — to seek your fleecy charge, forbear; 
Haste, — reach the shelter of yon friendly cave, 
Myself will watch you, as the whirlwinds rave* 
But still, my angel, still you fear, 
Still palpitates your throbbing heart: 
Nay, tremble not, for I am near,... 
Nor would a thought of love impart. 



80 

Mentre folgori, e baleni, 
Saro teco, amata Nice ; 
Quando il ciel si rassereni, 
Nice ingrata, io partiro. 

Siedi, sicura sei. Nel sen di questa 

Concava rupe in fin ad or giammai 

Fulmine non percosse, 

Lampo non penetro. I/adombra intorno 

Folta selva d'allori, 

Che prescrive del ciel limiti all'ira. 

Siedi, beiridol mio, siedi, e respira. 

Ma tu pure al mio fianco 
Timorosa ti stringi, e, come io voglia 
Fuggir da te, per trattenermi annodi 
Fra le tue lamia man? Rovini il cielo, 






81 

I mock those flashes, whilst with you, 
Exult amid the thunder's roar ; 
And, when subsides the storm, adieu, 
Ungrateful maid, to meet no more ! 

Here sit, here rest secure : this cavern deep 

The lightning never pierc'd : 

Around, thick groves of pendent umbrage, swell, 

And numerous laurels stretch 

Their branching shades to bound the darting fire ! 

Sit, my fair seraph, calmly here respire. 

Close-creeping to my side, 

AlarmM and trembling, to arrest my flight 

You grasp my hand ; forbear, forbear to doubt ; 

Tho' Heaven be hurPd in dreadful ruin down, 

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82 

Non dubitar, non partiro. Bramai 

Sempre un si dolce istante. Ah ! cosi fosse 

Frutto delPamor tuo, non del timore. 

Ah ! lascia, o Nice, ah ! lascia 

Lusingarmene almen. Chi sa ? Mi amasti 

Sempre forse fin or, Fu il tuorigore 

Modestia, e non disprezzo ; e forse queslo 

Eccessivo spavento 

E'pretesto alPamor. Parla,...che dici? 

M'appongo al ver ? Tu non rispondi ? Abbassi 

Vergognosa lo sguardo ? 

AiTossisci ? Sorridi ? Intendo, intendo. 

Non parlar, mia speranza ; 

Quel riso, quel rossor dice abbastanza. 



83 

1 would not move. For this delicious hour 

Oft have I long'd, in vain. Ah ! sacred bliss, 

Were but your tremors those, of tender love. 

Ah ! Nice, let me nurse 

This sweet, this dear delusion. What ! who knows ? 

But you have ever lovM : your scornful frowns 

Reluctantly, perhaps, from coyness rose, 

And, not from cold disdain : and haply, love 

Now feigns excessive fear. 

What say you? Answer... ah ! you pause perplexed ? 

You turn away your tell-tale eyes, abashM ; 

You blush, you sweetly smile ! 

Enough ! enough ! what modesty conceals, 

That angel-look, that virgin-blush, reveals. 

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E pur fra le tempeste, 

La calma ritrovai ; 

Ah ! non ritorni mai, 

Mai pid sereno il di ! 
Questo de'giorni miei, 

Qaesto e il piu chiaro giorno \ 

Viver cosi vorrei, 

Vorrei morir cosL 



85 

Here, whilst the tempest rules the night, 
And howls along the waste, 
Serenest calm I taste, 

Nor wish the blithe return of light ! 

Tho* darkness wraps the sky, 

To me, this shines the brightest day ; 

Oh ! may my life thus glide away, 
Thus happy, may I die. 



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A CRICKET. 



X hrice welcome, little, sportive guest 
Loud-chirping in thy warm retreat ; 
The dusk now dims the faded west, 
And torrents swell, and tempests beat. 

Here, Peace without a murmur, reigns, 
And, none shall mar thy harmless mirth ; 
The redbreast here shall join his strains, 
And peck his morsel from the hearth. 



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While stiffening to the wint'ry breeze 
Some insects stretch their dying forms,.. 
Thou liv'st in sure, domestic ease, 
Unconscious of the tyrannous storms. 

Then, chirrup grateful for my care, 
In transport strike thy vocal wings ; 
Plain, simple comforts shalt thou share, 
And honied sweets without their stings. 



Hi 



AD SPEM. 



O lux pectoris ! et Juvenum comes ! 
Quae dulci miseros fallis imagine, 

Quae tormenta laborum 
Lenis : — Te, grave taediurn, 
Te curae fugiunt, ros veluti brevis 
Solem, qui tepide purpurat sethera, 

Terras et rubicunda 

Vestit luce. Deam invocat 
Te, Mercator ad Indos avide ruens, 
Et te, presidium suppliciter rogat. 



90 

Fama et captus honore 
Te, Miles sequitur furens 
Ad bellurm nihil horretque periculi* 
Te robustus Agrestis colit in solo 
Dum spargit rude semen, 
Et venti viduant comis 
Sylvas, atque laborat Borea nemus, 
Necnon te ambit Amans, languidus et tremens 
Inter mille timores^ 

Et lentis macer ignibus. 
Te prensat memor ah ! conjugis et domus 
Exul, dumque tumet triste doloribus 
Cor, crebroque profusus 



Humor labitur in genas. 






91 

Adsis, suave-favens, 6 Dea ! dissipe 
Mordaces nimium sollicitudines, 
Large gaudia praebens 

Heu ! quamvis fugitiva sint ! 






IN ADVENTUM VERIS. 



J am gemens interstrepit aura ramo.% 
Et redit circamvolitans hirundo ; 
Dumque flumen dulce-loquace, ripas 

Alluit unda. 
Fumat aether purpurea salute ; 
Arbores motante coma, virescunt ; 
Lene dum tellus reparata, flores 

Fundit apricos. 
Nunc, rneam mentem recreat sub umbra 
Ver, ut in sylvis volucres queruntur, 
Ut libellis docta Quies in antro, 

Decipit horas. 



AD SALUTEM. 



J am nunc, sol placido surgit ab aequore 
Ridens, ambrosium et temperat aethera : 

Alma luce coruscit 

Ccelum, et splendida floribus 
Naturae facies vernat j..,et acrius 
Me febris cruciat, membraque pascitur. 

Adsis, suaviter adsis 
O divina Salus, tua 
Fragranti minues, o utinam, manu 
Fervorem capitis -> me gelidum ad nemus, 



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Me fontes ad amoenos, 
Aut, fecuncla rosaria 
Conducas, ubi blande zephyrus gemit. 
Spes tecum properet, dulceque Gaudium, 
Tecum, Iseta Vgluptas 
Totam concelebret diem. 



TRANSLATIONS 



FROM THE 



ITALIAN and SPANISH. 



SONETTO. 



Ouperbetta Pastorella, 

Cui non cale del mio pianto, 
Ma ti ridi in grata, e fella 
Del mio duolo aspro cotanto : 

A me forse un giorno quella 
Non sarai gia amabil tanto, 
E vorrai parermi bella, 
Ne di bella avrai piu il yanto. 

Ed io allor, ch'ayro dal core 
Di gia tratta la saetta 



SONNET. 



JDear, little boaster, proud and vain, 

So cold to Love's delicious glow ; 

Ungrateful, to deride my pain, 

And, mock these tears, that burning, flow : 

But Time shall come, with stealthful pace, 

Thy seraph-beauty to disarm, 

To snatch that sweetness from thy face, 

When thou shalt strive, in vain, to charm. 

But know, when from this wounded side 

The festering arrow shall be torn; 

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Ridero del tuo dolore : 
E cosi faro vendetta 

Col rigor del tuo rigore 
Pastorella superbetta. 

ABATE CARLO SEVEROLI FAENTINQ. 



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Just vengeance shall repay thy pride, 
Thy torturing anguish wake my scorn : 
Then, shalt thou feel my harsh disdain, 
Thou little boaster, proud, and vain. 



H 



SONETTO 



DEL ZAPPL 



V^uand'io men vo verso PAscrea montagna 
Mi si accoppia la gloria al destro fianco ; 
Ella da spirti al cor, forza al pie stanco, 
E dice, " andiam, ch'io ti sarb compagna" 
Ma per la Junga inospita campagna 
Mi si aggiunge Pinvidia al lato manco 
E dice; " anch'io son teco : M al labro bianco 
Veggo il velen, che nel suo cor si stagna. 
Che far degg'io ? se indietro io volgo i passi, 
So che Pinvidia mi lassa, e m'abbandona, 



SONNET 



FROM ZAPPI. 



Whene'er I climb th* Ascrean mountain grev, 

Close at my right, fair glory runs to greet ; 

She cheers my heart, and aids my lagging feet : 

u Still follow me, companion of thy way" 

She cries : — but as, thro* savage wilds, I stray, 

Pale at my left, vexM envy's form, I meet ; 

f( On thee I wait," she says; her lips replete 

With poisons foul, that on her entrails prey.. 

What can I do?... If back my footsteps turn* 

Envy, that moment flies, nor heeds renown,. 

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Ma poi fia, che la gloria ancor mi lassi. 
Con ambe andar risolvo alia suprema 
Cima del monte. Una mi dia corona 
E Faltra il vegga, e si contorca, e frema. 



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But then, bright glory leaves my soul to mourn. 
With both resolv'd, the mountain's brow to gain 
I go : this shall bestow the precious crown, 
And, that behold it, frown, and fret in vain. 



H4 



O D A 



DI LA FELICIDAD DE LA VIDA DEL CAMP"©*. 



v^uan bienaventurado 

Aquel puede llararse, 

Que con la dulce soledad se abraza > 

Y vive descuidado ! 

Y lejos de empacharse 

En lo que al alma impide y embaraza. 

No ve llena la plaza. 

Ki la soberbia puerta 

De los grandes senores, 

Ni los ad ul adores, 

A quien la hambre del favor despierta : 



ODE 

ON THE HAPPINESS OF A COUNTRY LIFE* 

1 h rice happy he, by Heaven inspir'dj, 
Who lives in solitude, retir'd : 
Remote from folly, free from cares, 
His soul unvex'd with human snares. 
He sees no madfy-pressiug crowd ; 
No lordly domes supremely proud, 
Where flattering foes beset the door 
Athirst for favour, meanly poor. 



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No le sera forzosa 

Rogar, fingir, temer, y estar quejoso. 

A la sombra holgando 

De un alto pi no, 6 robre, 

O de alguna robusta y verde encina, 

El ganado contando 

De su manada pobre, 

Que por la verde selva se avecina; 

Plata cendrada y fina, 

Oro luciente y puro 

Bajo y vil le parece ; 

Y tanto lo aborrece, 

Que aun no piensa que dello est a seguro : 

Y como esta en su seso, 
Rehuye la cerviz del grave peso, 
Convida a un dulce sneno, 
Aquel manso ruido 

Del agua, que la clara fuente envia; 



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Whilst he withdraws unskilled to feign, 
To fawn, to tremble, or complain. 






There, idly-tranquil in the shade, 
By pine or oaks umbrageous made ; 
He counts his flock, in peace serene, 
That bound across the wooded green. 
His mind, by temperate joys controlled, 
Abhors the blaze of cumberous gold. 



Him, fountain-murmurs lull to rest, 
While sweetest day-dreams fill his breast; 



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Y las aves sin dueno 
Con canto no aprendido 
Hinchen el ay re de dulce harmonia, 
Haceles compania, 

A la sombra volando, 

Y entre varios olores, 
Gustando tiernas flores 

La solicita abeja susurrando; 

Les arboles, el viento, 

Al sueno ayudan con su movimiento. 

GARCILAGO DE LA VEGA* 



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While feathery minstrels freely fly, 
Or sweetly warbling, charm the sky : 
While neighboring bees in od'rous bowers 
Drink nectar from the tender flowers. 
The rustling grove,... the gusty wind,.,. 
All, all conspire to sooth his mind. 



TO 



HORROR. 



Horror, Tyrant of the throbbing breast Gray. 

JJread power! in realms of darkness nurst 
*Midst shrieks of guilt, and groans accurst, 
Where grins Despair in ghastly pain, 
And rapturous Madness clanks his chain,... 
Thee, I invoke !...Gay bowers, adieu ! 
Where Pleasure leads her bounding crew, 
Blithe Health, and frolic Youth that roves 
Thro' gardens and ambrosial groves, 






Ill 

Brisk Mirth, whose bright-expanding bloom 
Ne'er felt the damp of Sorrow's gloom, 
Adieu ! the surly evening sheds 
Deep shadows o'er the mountain-heads : 
Low groan the refted woodlands bleak, 

The spirits of the cataracts shriek ! 

Horror ! with strange, delightful fear 
Lead my fit soul to deserts drear ; 
To church-yards, where hyenas roam, 
And tear the body from the tomb ; 
To vast savannas full of dread, 
Where human footsteps never tread ; 
Or, where vex'd Midnight never sleeps 
Mid torrents hoarse and howling steeps ! 



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Or, where the hoary Andes shroud 
Their stormy cliffs in many a cloud, 
Which Danger, heedless of alarms, 
Upclimbs with lightning-blasted arms ! 

To damp dark dungeons let me stray 
Where the lone captive pines away ; 
Where no warm sun, no summer gale 
Sheds freshness on his visage pale ; 
There see him raise his withered head, 
Deep groaning o'er his flinty bed, 
Whilst ever-hopeless Silence lowers, 
And, slow, slow lag the gloomy hours. 

Stern, awful Horror! thou canst tell 
What pangs the mother's bosom swell, 






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When bare on distant rocks outcast 
Her child's corse blisters to the blast, 
Alone, unnoticM ; — while the surge 
Hoarse-heaving, moans the mournful dirge ! 

In sullen silence thou hast sought 
Black groves, with dark collected thought, 
Where erst the Druids met thy view, 
And human victims grimly slew ! 
Thou heard'st their death-denouncing cries, 
They bled beneath thy savage eyes. 

Oh ! lay me oft at gloom of night 
Where hags perform their direful rite; 
And, wrapt in terrors, flash on high 
Their livid lightning thwart the sky ; 



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Or, on some victim's hated form 

Dart the full fury of their storm ! 

... For lightnings shoot, and thunders roll^ 

Dear, and congenial to my soul. 



AN INSCRIPTION 



OKEHAMPTON CASTLE, 



DEVON. 






JT a use, stranger, here f and if ENTHUSIAST thou, 

Ascend this path, and drink the mid-way air. 

Miid Coolness rises from yon crisped stream 

Kiss'd by soft gales ; whilst over head,, the sky 

With azure freckled, breathes of balm. Here view 

As rapture swells thy heart, the castled steep, 

And prostrate fragments mouldering on the ground; 

Then, as thou wind'st within the arch-ways rude 

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Behold the self-sown foliage clustering down 

In wild profusion ; let thy Fancy paint 

The dark, unutterable deeds of yore ! 

Here shattered Grandeur checks th/ ambitious soul, 

And tells the brevity of human pride. 

Here learn thy sad, inevitable fate, 

If, stranger, still thy haughty heart contemn 

Plain Competence, and calm, securest Peace, 



AN INSCRIPTION 



LIDFORD BRIDGE, 



DEVON. 



In silent caution cross this perilous bridge 

Where hoarsely-gushing thro* the black abyss 

Flashes the Lid along : here, dark Despair 

Full many a victim headlong from the ridge 

Has flung ; whose dirge, e'en now, the widow'd dove 

Mournfully sings. Fresh pendulous verdure streams 

Adown the rocky fissure : stranger, here 

Awhile contemplate, if thy breast be pure 

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From life's base discords, or long-buried guilt : 
The genius of the scene will prompt thy joy ; 
Nor wake the frenzy of Despair in thee,... 
For guardian spirits watch the virtuous man ! 



NOTES 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 



NOTES, &c. 



BICKLEIGH VALE, 



PAGE 10. LINE 193. 

The ivoods and distant hills, that change their shapes, 
As smile neiu tints, or vagrant mists involve* 

Mr. Gilpin has also observed this pleasing effect on 
distant objects. He says, " It is very amusing in 
mountainous countries, to observe the appearance, which 
the same mountain makes under different circumstances. 
When it is invested with light mists, or even when it is 
tot illumined, we see its whole summit, perhaps, under 



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one grey tint. But, as it receives the sun, especially an 
evening sun, we see a variety of fractures and chasms 
gradually opening, of which we discovered not the least 
appearance before.** 

Essays on Picturesque Beauty, p. 136. 

PAGE 11. LINE 141. 

Far to the genial west, what mountains rise. 

It is noticed, that some of the greatest eminences 
extend generally east and west. " To go no further, 
says Dr. Nichols, than our own country, all our great 
ridges of hills in England run east and west ; so do the 
Alps in Italy, and in some measure the Pyrenees ; so do 
the mountains of the Moon in Afrie, and so do mount 
Taurus and Caucasus. This is a wise contrivance to 
prevent the vapours, which would all run northwards, 
and leave no rains in the Mediterranean countries.* 

Confer, with a f heist, part 2. p. 191. 






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FACE 51. LINE 437. 

In wild luxuriance stately fox-gloves rise. 
Digitalis purpurea, linn. Sp. PI. 866. Purple fox-glove. 

This elegant and stately flower is uncommonly abun- 
dant in Bickleigh Vale. It grows to a very great height. 
This plant has medicinal properties; it allays irritability, 
and is found useful in consumptions. It is called by the 
Italians Aralda ; and they have a proverb concerning it : 
Aralda tutte piaghe salda, A fox-glove cures all sores. 

PAGE 31. LINE 458. 

The glossi/ arum folds its ample leaf, 
Cradling its scarlet fruit tit I autumn flings 
His brilliant colours on the woodlands deep. 

Arum maculatum linn. Sp. PL 1370. Cuckow-pini. 

Early in the spring this flower shows its glossy green 
leaves ; afterwards it blows ; and in autumn when both 



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leaves and flowers disappear, there remains only a stalk 
with a club of scarlet berries. 

Mr. White says " I had remarked, for years that the 
root of the cuckow-pint (arum) was frequently scratched 
out of the dry banks of hedges, and eaten in severe snowy 
weather \ after observing, with some exactness, myself, 
and getting others to do the same, we found it was the 
thrush kind that searched it out. The root of the arum 
is remarkably warm and pungent." 

Natural History of Selbome, vol. 1. p. 74» 

PACE 31. LINE 444, 

Stellaria briglrf 



Its starry lustre sheds. 

Stellaria holostea. linn. Sp. PI. 603. Greater StitchworL 

This flower by its white starry blossoms is very con- 
spicuous in spring, among old hedge-rows, and entangled 
dingles. 



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PAGE 31. LINE 445. 

in azure hue 

The gay veronica unveils its charms. 

Veronica Chamaedrys. linn. Sp. PI. 17. Germander 
Speedwell. 

In May and June, this little elegant wild-flower graces 
every verdant bank, and dry woody hedge. When the 
weather is mild and clear, it expands its blue corolla in 
all its brilliancy and beauty ; but closes it at night, and 
also during rain. Though its flower soon dies, yet there 
is a constant succession. 

PAGE 32. LINE 461. 

Herefrom these shades illustrious Slanning rose. 

Sir Nicholas Slanning Knight, was Governor of 
Pendennis Castle in Cornwall ; and was the son of 
Nicholas Slanning, Esq. of Bickleigh. 



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" He spent some time, says Prince, in the University 
of Oxford, and became a knowing Philosopher : He was 
well skilled in that pleasant and useful kind of Phi- 
losophy, caird Mechanical or Experimental. After 
this, being Heroically disposed, he w r ent into the Low- 
Countries, at that time the great Academy of Arms, as 
the other was of Arts : Here he continued a considerable 
time, until he was become Master of the Art of War ; 
so that being of a sober and virtuous inclination, he 
minded his business, and became an excellent soldier ; 
whereby he was able to attend as well the Crucible as 
the Cun, and knew how to improve his Time to ad- 
vantage in his Study, and in the Field also." 

c< Thus excellently accomplished, he returned into 
England, and taking the Court in his way home, he 
receiv'd the Honour of Knighthood from the gracious 
hand of King Charles I. for whose Cause afterwards he 
freely sacriiic'd his dearest blood." 

" In the Year of our Lord 1643, the Loyal Gentry of 
these Western Parts enter'd into an Association, to serve 






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and assist his Majesty King Charles I. against his violent 
and unnatural Enemies his own Subjects, then in Arms 
against him : They met first in a great Body near Pen* 
dermis in Cornwall, where Sir Nicholas Slanning joined 
them with the Forces under his command, and were led 
by the famous Sir Bevil Grenvile ; passing through Devon 
(when many eminent Persons engaged with them) they 
marched into Somersetshire. Sir William Waller, the 
Parliaments General, met them at Lansdbzvn, a little 
beyond Bath, where intending to break this Western 
Association, he was beaten out of his Lines, and forced 
from an high hill, fortified on all sides, after four des- 
perate Repulses by these Western Heroes. Sir Nicholas 
Slanning in this Action, is said to have done Wonders, in 
advancing from Hedge to Hedge, at the head of his 
Men, in the Mouth of Musquets, and Cannons ; in- 
somuch they thought him immortal, as indeed he was at 
that clay, being July the 5th, 1643. The Royalists 
having thus gained and kept the Field, (though it had 






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cost them very dear, the Lives of many gallant Men) 
soon after march'd on towards Bristol, and sat dow 
before that City, then garrison'd by Colonel Fiennes 
for the Parliament. Prince Rupert the General for tin 
King fell to work, and so well succeeded, that after three 
day's Seige he had that important place surrendered into 
his hands. Sir Nicholas Skinning w r as engaged in thi 
action also, whose Courage and Resolution carrying him 
on a little too far, as he made a brave Assault upon the 
Town, on the 26th of the same Month of July, he was 
unfortunately slain, to the great Grief of all the Army.' 1 
" He was one of these noble Gentlemen, which were 
called the four Wheels of Charles's Wain, and all slain 
at^ or near the same place, the same time, and in the 
same Cause: according to an Ode made on that sad 
Occasion, at that time, in which they are mentioned 
thus." 

" Tli four Wheels, of Charles s Wain, 

Grenvile, Godolphin, Trevanion, Shinning, slain. " 

Worthies of Devon, page 5G8. 



129 

There is a Monument erected to the Memory of his 
father in Bickleigh Church. He was slain in a duel by 
Sir John Fitz, near Tavistock, who after he had killed 
his Antagonist, desperately fell on his own sword and 
slew himself. 

These verses are found on the Altar-tomb where 
Slanning and his Lady lie in effigy. 

Idem Cadis erat nostra slmul Author et Ultor r 
Trux Homicidia mei, mox Homicidia suz, 

Quemj ; hi me primum, mox in se condidit ensem: 
! nostrum summi Judicis arbitrium. 

PAGE 33. LINE 466. 

But hence, the Cad o'er crags white-flashing roars 
To meet ^e Plym, 

The Cad is a rocky river rushing down under a craggy 
eminence, which is called by the natives Dewerstone, or 
Dewerson: the river Plym unites with it at the romantic 
bridge of Shaugh, and thence roars down the vale in a 
succession of fine falls. 

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* c Baxter f derives Plym from Pilim, which in the 
Erse, or old Scotobrigantine Irish, he says, still signifies 
•solvere, to roll ; auci thinks the Pilais of the anonymous 
Rcrcennas should be written Pilmisisc, i.e. convokens 
aqua, the rolling water ; denoting the impetuosity of its 

current ." 

Chappie's Review of Risdon's Devon. 



*Bast. Gl.p. 196, 



on 



A FRIEND's RETREAT. 






PACE 44. LINE 35, 



For peace, Vespasian lotfdhis simple seat, fyc. 
Almost every man of genius, and reputation had his 
country residence, where you would be <c surpris de voir, 
avec une apparence de simplicite rustique tout ce qui 
peut charmer les yeuxf." To mention only a few, 
Atticus, Cicero, Lucullus ; Pliny the younger had his 
Tuscan villa ; Antony passed his hours of adversity in 
his Timonium ; Vespasian's summer-villa was situated 
near Reate, his birth-place ; and, Scipio Africanus, the 
conqueror of Annibal, died at his retreat. 
t Telemaque, 

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1S2 

" Similis, a captain of great reputation under Trajaft 
and Adrian, having obtained leave to retire, passed 
seven years in his retreat, and then dying, ordered this 
inscription to be put on his tomb ; * that he had been 
many years on earth |, but that he had lived only seven.* 
If you are wise, your leisure will be worthily employed, 
and your retreat will add new lustre to your character. 
Imitate Thucydides in Thracia, or Zencphon in his little 
farm at Scillus. Endeavour to copy after the example 
of Scipio at Linternum, Be able to say to yourself, 

Jnnocuas amo delicias. dcciamque qiuetem. 

*Rural amusements and philosophical meditations, will 
make your hours glide smoothly on ; and if the indul- 
gence of Heaven has given you a friend like Lelius, 
nothing is wanting to make you completely happy:" 

Bolingbroke's Letters, vol. 2. page 281 

f Xipphil. 



133 

PAGE 44. LINE 39. 

From human toil retir 'd , St. Bruno traced 
Creation's God amid the moimtain-zuaste. 

Alluding to the famous monastry which he founded, 
called the Grande Chartreuse. 

Gray, in his letters says, *' We arrived at a little 
village among the mountains of Savoy, called Echelles ; 
from thence we proceeded on horses, who are used to the 
way, to the mountain of the Chartreuse: It is six miles to 
ihe top ; the road runs winding up it, commonly not six 
feet broad ; on one hand is the rock, with woods of pine- 
trees hanging over head ; on the other, a monstrous 
precipice, almost perpendicular, at the bottom of which 
rolls a torrent, that sometimes tumbling among the. 
fragments of stone that have fallen from on high, and 
sometimes precipating itself down vast descents with a 
noise like thunder, which is still made greater by the 
echo from the mountains on each side, concurs to form 
one of the most solemn, the most romantic, and the most 



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astonishing scenes I ever beheld : Add to this the strange 
views made by the crags and cliffs on the other hand ; 
the cascades that in many places throw themselves from 
the very summit down into the vale, and the river below ; 
and many other particulars impossible to describe : you 
will conclude w T e had no occasion to repent our pain*. 
This place St. Bruno choose to retire to, and upon its 
very top founded the aforesaid convent, which is the 
superior of the whole order." 

Letter viii. Sec. 2. 

Mason + says that his friend " went out of his way to 
make a second visit to the Grande Chartreuse, and there 
wrote in the Album of the Fathers that fine Alcaic Ode," 
beginning 

Oh Tu, seven Religio, loci, &c. 

t See" Mason's Gray, vol. % page ICO, 



THE 



RURAL EVENING. 



PAGE 54. 

Bee-moths at this grey, cool hour, 
Pilfer every shrinking flower. 

Sphinx stellatarum. The Bee-moth. 

About dusk, this insect begins its flight ; and inserts its 
long proboscis into the nectar of flowers. It feeds on 
th^ wing, and is never seen to settle on plants. 

page 55. 

And, the gloiv-worm thro* the night 
Sheds a chilly emerald light. 

Lampyris noctiluca. linn. The Glow-worm. 

This little insect has been said to extinguish its light 
about midnight. 



136 

The female is without wings, and becomes more 
luminous as she moves. 

" The light of the female glow-worm (as she often 
crawls up the stalk of a grass to make herself more con- 
spicuous) is a signal to the male, which is a slender 
dusky scarabaus" 

White's Nat. Hist, of Selborne. 

The male, however, has four luminous points ; two of 
which are upon each of the two last rings of the ab- 
domen. 

The glow-worm is frequently seen about evening, in 
green lanes and dark hedges, in June ; but it appears 
a perfect insect about autumn, and loves to frequent the 
plantations of juniper trees. 






OKEHAMPTON CASTLE. 






Okehampton Castle was formerly in the possession 
of Baldwin de Brioni, who was made Baron of Oke- 
hampton by William the Conqueror* It is at present in 
a ruinous condition. It has the character of the truly 
picturesque. It overlooks a fine valley through which 
flows the river Ock. 

Okehampton presents very romantic scenery. " Ock" 
says Chappie, " may possibly be from Osc, water ; the 5 
being lost in a rapid pronunciation ; but more probably 
from Auoch y signifying vigour, liveliness, vehemency ; 
which is very applicable to the river Ock, which gives 
name to Okehampton," 



L1DF0RD BRIDGE. 



At a little distance from Lidford Village, is a deep 
fissure of a rugged hill, each side of it so woody, that the 
river Lid below, is scarcely discernible^ Over this ter- 
rific chasm, a small single stone-arch is thrown ; the 
depth from the walls of this bridge to the bottom of the 
water is about sixty feet. Camden has thus very ac- 
curately described it, (< Lid ille fluuiolus hie ad pontem 
rupibus coarctatus se prsecipitem in tantam profunditatem 
indies excauando agit, vt aqua non videatur, tantum 
murmur inaudiatur, non sine prxtereuntium admi- 
ratione." 

Danmonii, page 132. 



139 

u Lid or Lyd, perhaps is derived from Clyd, a river or 
brook f : or from Llid, fury ; or Lhuyd, turbidus ; or from 
the Saxon hlyban, tumultuous or noisy." 

See Chappie's Review of Risdon's Devon, 



t Baxt p. 266. 



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